Flat Stanley Travels by Balloon and on the Wings of an Angel

Mr. Hubert,

First of all I would like to introduce myself. I am Debra Hurley from Maiden Elementary in Maiden, NC .

Our story began on Dec.18, 2010 when my husband came in from a “walk about” on our land and had found a Flat Stanley. He had no idea what it was all about but wanted to share it with me. This F.S. had been attached to a balloon instead of going by mail. Since our 2nd graders had just mailed their letters it was very exciting to see this one. When I turned it over and read the back it said it was released by a second grader named Nathan and that he attended Whitesville Elem. in Whitesville, Kentucky.

I could not believe my eyes or my luck. How could it get here from 490 miles away? We had our own thoughts. It was a week before Christmas and we felt like it was a gift from our son TJ. We lost TJ in an accident on June 13, 1998 at 20 years of age. The holidays are really hard to get through.  We have gotten what we believe to be signs over the years that help us to go on. One is from butterflies and now from a paper boy cut out  called Flat Stanley. I asked my husband why he brought it to me instead of throwing it away. Was it because I was in 2nd grade too or because it had a yellow string? (TJ’s favorite color was yellow) He told me maybe some of that but mostly because we had released balloons once for TJ and had hoped someone would call and say they had found one, but that never happened. Tom said he just wanted this little boy named Nathan to know that his Flat Stanley had been found.

I immediately contacted Tennille Hinton by email. She was Nathan’s teacher at the time they released the Flat Stanley’s on April 22, 2010. She couldn’t believe it either.  We have been in contact ever since and have found so much joy. It helped us through the Christmas and the New Year and even now in 2011 it is touching our lives daily. Nathan had no idea that day that he would touch a family so much  when he let that balloon go.

I put together a scrapbook of pictures and letters from one of my classes and sent it to Nathan along with a t-shirt from our school. (The Maiden Elementary Eagles!) One child at my school asked how it could get over the mountains and we replied, on the wings of a angel.

Nathan is a wonderful little boy and we are thankful that we were the lucky family to take care of his Flat Stanley.

The two schools are going to stay in contact as pen-pals. I hope to stay in touch with Mrs. Hinton and Nathan. This has been an adventure that we will never forget.

Deb Hurley

 

“Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is just beyond your grasp…

but if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.”        Nathaniel Hawthorne

Debra  Hurley, T.A./Bus Driver

Maiden  Elementary  School

Bull Riders – PBR

Professional Bull Riding

Last year we enjoyed taking Flat Stanley to the PBR for our niece, Chandlyr, who sent her Flat Stanley to us from Texas. My son, Garrett, took him to the autograph session and we had the opportunity to take several pictures of him with some of the year’s top bull riders such as Mike Lee, Guilherme Marchi, & Chris Shivers. We thought that you might enjoy seeing our pictures.

This year we have our other niece’s (Adisyn) Flat Stanley here in St. Louis again. We included a picture of her Flat Stanley in front of the St. Louis Arch at Easter.

La Donna

Flat Stanley and Miss Jackie travel Canada

Flat Stanley and I are from Darwin, Australia and are currently travelling Canada. Year 4/5 at Moulden Park School thought it would be a great idea if Stanley came travelling with me and we posted our journey back to them. So far we have been to San Fansisco and Fort Bragg in Califorina,USA, Vacouver across to the Rocky Mountains and have now arrived in Terrace!

Flat Stanley and the Magic Coin

The following is a story I wrote when my nephew Erik sent me a Flat Stanley a few years ago. My wife and I turned it into a book, and included an unusual-looking coin I’d picked up in my travels overseas. I’m sure most of the formatting will be lost here, but I hope you enjoy it.

Flat Stanley and the Magic Coin
By Erik’s Uncle Doug

Chapter 1: The Mysterious House
My wife Kathie and I moved into our new home just last year, which was built in 1863— over 140 years ago, during the American Civil War. A home that old isn’t all that rare in Richmond, Virginia, where we live. Richmond is filled with historical landmarks and homes that let us revisit the past, but now we were going to live in a piece of that history and we were very excited.

Best of all, we soon learned that the house was filled with secret passages and trap doors that we explored for hours. We had wild ideas about there being treasure hidden somewhere in the house, but we never found any. Still, they were a lot of fun to play in, and when our nephews Karl and Erik visited they played in them for hours on end. Sometimes they were spies, sometimes they were monsters, but they always had a good time.

But the real mystery of the house began way back when we moved in. On moving day the man who owned it before us handed over a large ring filled with keys, one for each door in the home, he said. I remember thinking at the time that there sure were a lot of keys and I wondered if we even had that many doors.

Slowly but surely, I was able to match a key to each lock in the home, and I labeled each one as I found where it belonged. But when I reached the end of the key ring, there was one door without a key. Thinking back now, I’m surprised I never noticed that locked door upstairs. I tried to tell myself that there was plenty of room in that big old house, that we didn’t need anymore rooms, but in the end I just had to know what was behind that door!

I tried to contact the previous owner to see if he had the key, but he had left town without a trace; no one knew where he went, and had left no forwarding address. So, I took matters into my own hands and tried to pry the door open. Nothing. I tried to take it off its hinges. No luck. I even called a locksmith. He said he’d never seen a lock like it and that he couldn’t open it. It stayed locked, and I eventually gave up. I would have to live with the mystery.

Chapter 2: Flat Stanley Arrives!
Given all that’s happened it’s hard to believe that it was just a few days ago that Flat Stanley arrived, sent to me by my nephew Erik, and Kathie and I were thrilled to have him. He was a pleasant boy, with good manners and a winning smile. We instantly hit it off, telling jokes and playing games for hours on end.

On the third day of Stanley’s visit with us, I told him about the secret passages and trap doors in our home and he was instantly curious about them. “May I see them, pleeeeese?” he begged.
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, Stanley. You could fall through a crack in the floor, and hurt yourself,” I cautioned.
“I’ll be really careful,” he promised. “Really.”
I looked at Kathie, who gave a nod of approval. “If you’re really careful and you only go in there with either me or Doug, I guess it would be okay.”
“Yippee!” Stanley shouted. “Can we go now?”

So off we went, to show Stanley the secret passages and the trap doors that lead to all the rooms of our home. We played hide-and-seek and even had dinner by candlelight in the narrow passages. By 8:00 that evening, Stanley finally admitted that he was tired and ready for some sleep. “This has been a wonderful day, but I think I’m ready for bed now.”
“We understand,” Kathie said. Just wash up and brush your teeth and I’ll come tuck you in.”
And off he went.

“What a nice young man Stanley is,” Kathie said.
“Simply wonderful,” I agreed.

Chapter 3: The Big Idea
The very next morning, somewhere between asleep and awake, something in me clicked. Sitting up in bed I said, “Of course, why didn’t I think of it before? Flat Stanley is FLAT!”
Still mostly asleep, Kathie said, “Yes, he is, dear but we love him just the same.”
“No,” I said excitedly, “he’s flat!”
More awake now, Kathie was beginning to catch on, and we said it together: “Stanley could fit under the door!”

Wondering what all the noise was about, Stanley came into our bedroom. “What’s going on?” he asked, yawning and still not fully awake.
“Stanley,” I said, unsure of how he’d feel about taking on something that might be a little scary. “Remember that door upstairs I told you about?”
“Sure I do,” he replied, now gaining interest. “The one you’ve been trying to open since you moved in here.”
“Right. I think I know a way to open it.”
“How?” He asked.
“From the inside.” I said.
“But how would you get on the other side of the door?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Then how could you . . .” I could see the idea catch, like a switch had been flipped, and I knew he understood. “Let’s do it!” said Stanley, his smile as wide as he was.

We both ran to the mysterious locked door just as fast as we could, and I could tell Stanley was excited because he beat me there. He may be flat and small, but he could run fast when he wanted to.

“Okay, I’m going to put you under the door slowly and I want you to look around. If you don’t like what you see, I’ll pull you back out just as fast as I can. Is that okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” Stanley said cheerfully.

Gently and slowly I put Stanley under the door, wishing I could be the one to get behind that door first.
“What do you see?” I asked when he was less than halfway in.
“I can’t see much yet,” he said, his eyes still adjusting to the darkness.
I continued to push him under the door until I had just the tips of his shoes in my fingers. “Should I let go, Stanley? Are you all right?”
“Yeah, go ahead and push me the rest of the way in!” he yelled from the other side.
I heard some walking around inside the room and then, “Whoa!”
“What’s going on in there, Stanley?” I asked, concerned.
Stanley’s face appeared under the door, “You have to see this for yourself!”
He disappeared, and then I heard the squeak of a doorknob, turning for the first time in many years, and the creak of a door opening. How long I’d waited for this moment.

Chapter 4: The Discovery
When the door finally swung all the way open, the room appeared to be empty, except for years of dust and cobwebs, with bare wood floors like in the attic. My heart sank and a wave of disappointment washed over me. I’d waited so long to see what was behind this door, and now I knew: nothing. But then I saw Stanley, who was peering up at a large box or chest of some kind. I walked closer and noticed that it reminded me of one of those old treasure chests in those pirate stories I read when I was a kid. In fact, it looked just like one of those old treasure chests.

Stanley’s face was lit up by a soft yellow light. When I looked in the chest I found out why: hanging inside the lid, spinning in place as if by magic, was a silver and gold coin that seemed to glow from within. We both stood and stared at the coin as if in a trance for what seemed like minutes. Finally, I noticed the note beneath it. I slowly reached for the note, almost afraid that disturbing it would break whatever magic held the coin in place. Once safely in my hand, I gently unfolded the note and read it out loud so Stanley could hear: “The power to heal and the power to harm turns on the flip of the coin. In your hand rests destiny.”

“What does it mean?” Stanley asked.
“I’m not sure, Stanley. But there’s more writing at the bottom of the page. It looks like instructions or something.”
I read on: “Turn me once and you shall see but not be seen. Turn me twice and your mind shall command objects to do your will. Turn me thrice and you will know the mind of others.”
“Wow!” said Stanley. Do you really think it has special powers?
“I don’t run into floating gold coins in treasure chests every day, so I suppose anything is possible.”
“Let’s try it!” Stanley urged.
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, Stanley. We don’t know anything about this yet. Maybe we should get some advice about this. Old Mr. Edgars has an antiques store downtown. I’ll bet he can help us understand this a little better.”

Chapter 5: Mr. Edgars
I’d been in the store a few times and knew Mr. Edgars pretty well. He was a nice man, who loved children and was always asking about my nephews, Karl and Erik. When Stanley and I walked in together, Mr. Edgars’ face brightened. “I’ve heard so much about you, Stanley!” Mr. Edgars said. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Edgars,” Stanley said, ever the polite young man.
“Now, how can I help you two fine men today?” Mr. Edgars asked.
I began, “Well, you know that door in my home I asked you about, Mr. Edgars?”
“Sure I do. That’s quite the mystery you have on your hands.”
“Well, it’s just gotten more mysterious.”
“Oh?”
“With Stanley’s help we were finally able to get in the room, and we found a treasure chest with this gold coin floating inside. We were hoping that maybe you could help us figure out what it was.”
“It was floating, you say?” Mr. Edgars asked, obviously fascinated.
“Yes, and there was a note.”
“May I see it?” the shopkeeper asked.

I produced the coin and note from my pocket, and Mr. Edgars took them both with the eagerness of a child reaching for candy. First he read the note, “The power to heal and the power to harm turns on the flip of the coin. In your hand rests destiny. Hmmm,” he said to himself. Next, he gave the coin a good, long look, turning it over once, twice, three times. “I see it but I don’t believe it. I couldn’t really be . . . “
“What? What couldn’t it be?” I asked.
The Entropic Coin of Antar. There are stories about a coin just like this one going back thousands of years. They say it has special powers, but of course most people dismiss it as over-active imaginations and good storytelling.
“What kind of powers?” Stanley asked, still confused by the mysterious note, but secretly hoping that ice cream would be involved.
“Well, I’ll have to find my book on it to be sure, but I can assure you that it can’t make ice cream appear, Stanley.”
Stanley looked confused. “How did you know what I was thinking, Mr. Edgars? I never said anything about ice cream out loud, I was just thinking about it.”
All three of us stood there, not saying a word, and soaking up the importance of what just happened. Mr. Edgars, while holding the Entropic Coin, had read Stanley’s mind.
Finally, Mr. Edgars broke the silence. “I think I’d better do some research on this coin before it causes too much trouble.”
“What do you think it can do?” Stanley asked.
“I’m really not sure, Stanley. I think this coin may have the potential to do great things or . . . “ Mr. Edgars let his voice trail off, but his meaning was clear. All power can be used for good or evil.

Chapter 6: The Only Safe Place
It seemed like weeks since our visit to the Antiques store, but it had really only been two days. Stanley, Kathie and I still had a great time, visiting local museums and an amusement park, but the coin was never far from our minds. Was it really magic? Did it really have special powers? Where did it come from? So many questions and still no answers. Finally, that Friday, Mr. Edgars called. “I have . . . interesting news,” he said. He sounded tired. “May I come over to see you?”
Of course, Mr. Edgars. Come over right away!” I said eagerly.

Just minutes later, our guest was at the front door, looking pale and exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. We all sat in the living room, looking at Mr. Edgars as he began to explain what he’d learned.

“The coin you found—the Entropic Coin of Antar—was originally forged in the year 1200 B.C.—over 3200 years ago—by a powerful sorcerer in service of a king who was basically good, but with a taste for power. If you turn the coin once, you become invisible. You’re still there, but no one can see you. If you turn it twice, you are given the power of telekinesis.”
“What’s telekin . . . ?” Stanley struggled to say a word he’d never heard before.
“Telekinesis is the ability to move objects just by thinking about it, just with your mind,” Mr. Edgars clarified and then continued. “If you turn it three times, you can read other peoples’ minds. Stanley, remember that time at my store, when I knew you wanted ice cream, even though you never said so? That’s what this can do.”
“Wow!” Stanley and I said together.
“So, how did it get in my attic?” I asked.
“That’s the really odd thing,” Mr. Edgars continued. “I traced it all the way to through Asia and then through Europe, including Ancient Rome and the lost city of Atlantis, but all records stop there, and no one has ever seen it or heard from it since. I think everyone assumed that when the city was lost forever, so was the coin. There were even rumors that it was the coin that caused the downfall of Rome and the loss of Atlantis, though I can’t confirm it. What it’s doing here in Virginia, and how it got here, I have absolutely no idea.

“Now,” Mr. Edgars continued, “the note you found with the coin. I looked through all my research books and found nothing, until I found a rare and little-known book of spells and incantations. Turns out that what’s written on the note isn’t just a warning about abusing the coin’s powers—which is certainly is—it’s also the incantation that unlocks the coin’s abilities. Do you remember what I did just before reading your mind, Stanley?”
“Sure, you read the incan . . . incanta . . . “ Stanley stumbled.
“Incantation. It’s like a witch’s spell, and you’re right. If I hadn’t said those words before turning the coin over, nothing would have happened. It’s like a combination lock—you have to do things in a certain order for it to work. Understand?”
Stanley and I both nodded, still unsure this was all really happening. Magic isn’t real, is it?

“But here’s the thing about the incantation. Every time you say it, it’s a reminder that in the wrong hands, the coin’s powers can be used for good or for evil. I’ll admit that in the last two days I’ve tested the coin’s power a few times—only to help others—and the power is intoxicating. It makes you feel so good, so alive, and all you want is more. I can easily see how in the wrong hands the ability to turn invisible, read minds, and move objects with your thoughts could make you end up doing bad things, even if you didn’t mean to.” Mr. Edgars sighed heavily before going on. “Which is why I feel that it belongs in the hands of someone with a pure heart, soul, and mind—someone with the purity of a child.”
Stanley was hanging on every word Mr. Edgars said, and processing it all as fast as he could. He understood the words, but their meaning was a few beats behind. Then, with the words still hanging in the air, I saw the light of understanding in Stanley’s eyes. “You mean you want me to have it? For real?”
“If that’s all right with your uncle, that is. Do you agree, Doug?”
“Completely,” I said, agreeing with Mr. Edgars that there was no better place for something so powerful than in the hands of someone so innocent. “But you have to promise to use the coin only for good and never hurt anyone with it.”
“I promise, I promise, I promise,” Stanley yelled, now so excited he could barely contain himself. “Can I share it with my friend Erik?”
“Is he as good a boy as you?” Mr. Edgars asked.
“Oh yes, he’s very good, and smart, too,” Stanley replied.
“Then I guess it’ll be all right,” Mr. Edgars said, approvingly.

Epilogue
Stanley returned home to Erik and his big brother Karl, and told them of his time in Richmond with me and my wife and Mr. Edgars, and showed them the coin and the note, and about its powers to do good. Right then and there, they all three swore an oath to only use the coin to help people in need and to right wrongs. And so they did.

When Erik learned that a bully was going to hurt one of the other kids in his class, he used the coin to turn invisible and find out when and where it was going to happen so he could warn his friend.

When Karl saw an elderly woman crossing the street in the path of a speeding car, he quickly recited the incantation, turned the coin twice, and used his mind to move her safely out of the way.

And perhaps best of all, when Erik saw that Flat Stanley was sad, he chose not to use the ring to read his friend’s mind. Instead, he sat with him and talked and eventually they laughed. Sometimes best use of power is knowing when not to use it.
The End

What would you do with the ability to turn invisible? To read minds? To move things with just a thought? Think about it. Your imagination is the most powerful thing of all.

The power to heal
and the power to harm
turns on the flip of the coin.

In your hand rests destiny.

Turn me once and you shall see
but not be seen.

Turn me twice and your mind shall command objects to do your will.

Turn me thrice and you will know
the mind of others.

Flat Stanley, Matchmaker

This is one of the most exciting Flat Stanley events I’ve ever been a part of. A few weeks ago, Eric Velez contacted me to say his long-time girlfriend was a teacher and a huge fan of my Flat Stanley Project. Eric asked if I’d like to help create a Success Story by using Flat Stanley as a way for him to propose to Miss Jessica Rodriguez. After much e-mailing back and forth and the creation of some flat images of Eric and Jessica, the stage was set for an assembly at the school. After watching some Flat Stanley information that I’d prepared, the students were surprised to see their teacher on the screen, “flattened” and she was even more surprised when Eric arrived and proposed to her! (She said yes.)

Leslie Sklavounos from Quebec

November 16, 2001

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Dear Dale,

I am a first grade teacher from Quebec, Canada. Last year, I found out about the Flat Stanley Project, through a popular teacher web site called “Teacher’s Helping Teachers”. I accepted to host a Flat Stanley in my class from Kansas. I had no idea who Flat Stanley was, and what I was suppose to do with him. When I received this flat paper person, my students found him very interesting. I had no idea how enthusiastic my class would become about Flat Stanley, let alone the entire school.

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leslie5Last year, my class was very unique and “challenging”. It was a very large class, with several students who had learning disabilities. Many students were non-readers and non-writers. Some even had difficulty spelling their own names. Behaviour was always an issue outside of the classroom. They wanted to learn how to read and write, but it was difficult to keep them both motivated and positive in class. Their parents were just as frustrated as they were. Many families were experiencing both financial and personal difficulties, that they became overwhelmed with their children’s problems in school.

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The Flat Stanley Project helped change this negative atmosphere into a more positive one and conducive to learning. Once we hosted our first Flat Stanley last November (2000), my students wanted to learn more about him. We decided to have our own Flat Stanley Project.

I decided to read the book to my students, knowing that it might be too difficult for them to read individually. My students didn’t want me to stop reading the book. They wanted to hear more. They were so attentive, and most of all, they were excited about reading! It only took two days to read the entire book. Then our Flat Stanley Project really took off! We made Flat Stanley paper dolls, and Flat paper versions of themselves. We became known as the “FLAT” class at Crestview. We wrote flat adventures, drew flat pictures, flew flat kites, and took digital pictures about all of this excitement. My class had Flat Stanley Fever! Interesting learning experiences were happening everywhere.

Despite all of this enthusiasm, we had a difficult time trying to find money to pay for our postage to mail our Flat Stanley’s around the world. My school was not in a financial position to cover the costs of mailing our Flat Stanley’s. My class came up with the idea of having a ‘Flat Stanley Day’ in our school. So, that’s just what we did! We asked all of the students in the school to bring a book for the Flat Stanley Project in Brazil. In return, the students did not have to wear their dress code for the day. We also had a bake sale to raise money for the postage expenses of our Flat Stanley’s and special package to Brazil. All of the classes in our school got involved. They read the Flat Stanley novel, wrote Flat Stanley adventures, drew Flat Stanley pictures, and measured Flat Stanley from ‘head to toe’!

I still can’t believe how successful that day was. We had 410 students in our school last year, and we collected 563 books on that single day! My class bake sale raised $172.00. It was truly amazing to see how the students, parents and my fellow colleagues at Crestview Elementary School came together for this special project.

My class was finally able to mail our Flat Stanley letters and special package of books to Brazil. We also organized a Buck-A-Book sale with the remainder of books we received from the Flat Stanley Day. We raised $500.00 for our school playground. My principal, Mrs. Effie Maniatis, was proud of my class’ contribution to both our school and community. The students in my class we so excited, because the principal finally came to our classroom bearing good news.

We created a Flat Stanley bulletin board near the front office. Each time we received a Flat Stanley back, we shared the contents of the envelope with the rest of the school. Many other students, parents and colleagues were fascinated with our Flat Stanley’s adventures in Hong Kong, Australia, South Africa, Indonesia, and everywhere in the U.S.A and Canada. My students were finally regarded as the ‘lucky’ class in the school, because we got all of this special mail from our friends around the world.

Towards the end of the year, my students were reading and writing. This was such an accomplishment for both my students and myself. We worked very hard. Some of my students even participated in our ‘School For Success’ program on Saturdays. Could you imagine giving up your cartoon day, in order to practice your reading and writing? I’m so proud of my former class. The Flat Stanley project gave my students the inspiration they needed to stay motivated in school, and enjoy learning.

I think that this was not only a learning experience for my students, but for myself as well. I have made so many friendships with people around the world, too! We share ideas, lesson plans, and those “cute” teacher stories we all have of our students. I recently gave a workshop on Cooperative Learning, and shared “our” special project with other colleagues in my school board.

Thank you so much, Dale!

Sincerely,

Leslie Sklavounos
Grade One Teacher
Crestview Elementary School
Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board (Quebec, Canada)

Okinawa, Japan

Dale,
I started out with this project to show the children of Okinawa how similar all children were. They like the same things and even though live in different places …all shared a common element……. they are kids.
I teach for several schools here and these children do not speak any English…. so I had to work with them to make them understand the meaning of FLAT STANLEY. With book in hand we made it through. I had my students then create their own versions……one looked like MULAN. They took great pride in their artwork but were even more excited to have something they made go to the states! The even did Japanese brush writing to tell their own story. With the G8 Summit being hosted here on OKINAWA in 2000 I thought it would be a good idea to have other kids see what a grand place Okinawa is. I have had an incredible response to the program and am so glad I *surfed* the web and found this site

Christine Amos
Gushikawa Board of Education
Okinawa, Japan

Colleen from NJ

Dear Dale,
I am now a fourth grade teacher in Paterson, New Jersey.  I actually heard about this project when I was in college but had no idea it was as big as it is.  This past year(2000-2001), my third grade class and I read the book and created our own Flat Stanley’s.  Each student decorated their own Stanley and wrote a letter to people asking them to continue sending him around the world after they wrote us a letter to let us know where he was visiting.
I am extremely happy to report that on our first attempt, our Flat Stanley’s made it to every continent on the map.  Our most exciting adventure was when he visited a small island of Micronesia that had just recently built their first and only school.  Also, we received some wonderful pictures over the internet of our Flat Stanley in the airport in Shanghai.  My students, as well as myself were extremely thrilled to have received newspapers Stanley had sent us from Australia when he attended the Olympics in the fall of 2000.  To say the least, our project was a terrific success.
Over the summer I was able to put all of the letters in a scrapbook so that we can have an ongoing log of all the places we have been.  Our map has been cleared of all of last year’s markings and I am getting ready to read Flat Stanley to the new group of fourth graders that will start school tomorrow.  Just thought you might be interested in hearing about our success!

Sincerely,
Colleen Breitwieser
Charles J. Riley #9
Paterson, NJ

50 Stanleys Mailed

I just wanted to let you know that my students are REALLY enjoying this project. We have made and sent out around 50 Stanley’s–first to relatives and then to other classrooms both from the list and some who contacted me after I posted a message on proteacher.

I thought that my kids would benefit from this, but I never imagined how much they would get into it. Last week we were reading from our art book, and it was describing a museum in Washington. We have a Stanley from Washington, so one of the kids yelled out “Do you think Stanley has ever been there?” We took out our map and tried to guess.

Also, one of my students sent his Stanley to my cousin. She just emailed me asking if she could video some of the things her kids and Stanley were doing. Can you imagine that? Another teacher emailed me telling me that she had gotten a new student who was in a wheelchair. To make her feel “welcome” she was the first one to take Stanley home (sent by us). She was told to bring him back the next day, but she didn’t. Because she was new she really didn’t push the fact. Later in the day one of the other student’s informed her that the little girl’s mother wouldn’t let Stanley come back to school because he had a fever! then the student asked “do you think it is because we made him stand in the corner during gym time (he didn’t have gym shoes)!

This is a wonderful project, and I am so very thankful that we are a part of it. You mentioned that you think the teachers should get more recognition–I personally think that you should get more!!!

Mary Dean

Flat Stan in the Piney Woods

Well, thank YOU, Mr. Dale.  You are a darling and a delight. My little grand nephew sent FS to our mailbox 2 weeks ago and after the ’shock’ of meeting him (when he slipped out of the large envelope) we thought it was Frankenstein, in anticipation of Halloween!) We plunked him on the counter,  sideways between two jars of pickled green beans for his first night …as our guest, yike!  Then reread his ‘letter of introduction’ grabbed him up and its been a wonderful time …’had by all’! ever since. Flat Stan has visited round, met all sorts of animals and folks and has just been given an extended opportunity to stay an extra week. My 11 year old granddaughter in the adjoining county has him at the moment and will take him trick or treating after I pick him tomorrow and take him to spend the day w/ us while  my husband takes another 3 days of chemo. Hospital experience!

My good friend is a 4th grade writing teacher and is ready to introduce Mr. Stan  into her school. I’lll drop him by there after our return ….thanks to you for your creativity , brilliance and  loving caring.

All the Best,  Loye Barnard, (Dillon Jackson, in Lewisville, NC’s, auntie)

A 7 Year Old to Become Prime Minister of Canada!

Hello,
I just wanted to let you know how wonderful this project has been for my grade two daughter. Her Flat Stanley went on a great (political) adventure. His travels included Jasper National Park, flying with the Snowbirds in MooseJaw, SK, and then on to Ottawa where he not only did some great sightseeing, but also met Prime Minister Stephen Harper! (photo to prove it too!) He then went to Kandahar with the National Defense Minister and then to New York with Canada’s Minister of Industry.
My seven year old learned a lot about politics, but even more about how one can achieve anything. Her Flat Stanley was featured in our local paper (St. Albert Gazette) and she was quoted saying “If my Flat Stanley can make it to the Prime Ministers office, then so can I.”
Thanks for starting this valuable, and fun project.
Tracy Aisenstat

A Wonderful Stanley Year at PS 95

class-2-201-decidingWe have enjoyed our project of flat stanley so much this year.PS 95 class 2-201 dual language has taken their original flat stanleys to the next level.We created flat students and been all over. We have been in conmmunication with other participants in other schools like North Carolina, Hawii, Arkansas,Washington just to name a few states.Through out our school year we have been on so many trips with our flat stanleys,we have created so many pen pals. The students writing has flourished.Their creativity has blossom through this project we intend on continuing again next year. |Thank you again for such a great idea.dsc01139

A Very Touching Note

Dear Mr. Hubert:

I have to tell you how sweet my little 10 year old Douglas is.  A couple of years ago, he was given the project of making Flat Stanley and sending him on his journeys.

Well, Douglas chose his great aunt Pam to be Stanley’s host although he didn’t see her very often.  Pam never had grandchildren and was thrilled to do this for Douglas.   She was in the process of moving from CT to KY and she got numerous pictures of the move with Stanley.  She even made an album and sent it back to Douglas to take to school.  The funny part of Stanley’s adventure was that he was accidentally packed in a crate by the movers.  When Pam discovered that Flat Stanley was missing.  She made everybody stop and find him.  She even took a picture of him being ‘rescued’ from the crate.

Well, when Pam got sick with cancer, Douglas sent her another Flat Stanley via the fax as a get well card.  When I went the last time to see her she was in and out of confusion.  But, as I sat there and held her hand, she opened up her eyes and smiled and said “Flat Stanley, huh.”  Her involvement with Flat Stanley really  meant a lot to her.

When I got home yesterday, I had to break the news that Pam had died.  She was 58.   Douglas said, “I know what I’m going to do.”  “What?,” I asked.  He said “I’m going to make a Flat Stanley for Pam’s grave for her to take with her.”

He completed his Flat Stanley last night.  He put a couple of little silk flowers in one of his hands and a little Hershey’s miniature candy bar in the other (she really loved chocolate).  I told him that Pam was really going to love having Flat Stanley go to heaven with her.  He smiled.

Sincerely,

Michelle